𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐨𝐟 "𝐌𝐲 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐭 "
"Aap apni had paar kr rhi hain " He spat at her.
(You are crossing your limits)
"Hum apni had, aapke saath wo raat bita kr hi, paar kr chuke the " She said gritting her teeths.
(I had...
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MLSC DESIGNING INSTITUTE OF FASHION.
"Who did this?! " The lady shouted .
"It was not us Miss Edin" The group of students panicked looking at the mess.
"I am not talking about the mess. I am talking about this masterpiece" She said adoring the huge canvas with different blue prints of dresses.
"Ma'am it's me " One of the boy said.
"Chatranjan, when did you started making sketches of feminine dresses " The girl pocked him from behind.
"Shut up shanaya " He said getting irritated by her presence.
" Actually You should! " Saying so he pushed him lightly and stood in front of Miss Edin.
"Miss Edin, it's Shazia's work " As shanaya said it her eyes shone brighter with pride.
"Where is Shazia? " She asked looking around by craning her neck around.
"Kabutar pakad rahi hogi " Chitranjan muttered under his breath and hit the side table in frustration.
"Let me call her ma'am " Shanaya said and Miss Edin nodded with a pleasant smile.
Shanya was about to exit but stopped in front of chitranjan and crossed her arms around her chest .
"For your kind information chitran, Shazia frees the pigeons from Kaif's bird cage " Shanaya said rolling her eyes.
"Ohh supporting your best friend? " Chitranjan said rolling his eyes.
"No just telling truth which you could never " Saying so she went out of the classroom.
ON THE OTHER HAND.
"Didi aaj toh mai jeetunga" The little boy said.
(Sister, I will win today)
"Dekhte hain " Saying so she jumped off the stairs and ran behind the pigeons.
(Let's see)
Running down the hectic market, crossing the bustling streets and bumping into people she finally stood in front of The famous pet store in Chandni Chowk.
"Kaif Masakalli adde me aapka swaagat hai miya " A man in his thirties welcomed an old man. Richness and elegance were visible by the old man's clothes and the huge Wagoner standing in front of the small store in between a hectic market of Chandni Chowk was yelling his lavishness .
